Sting
)O(
He was button mashing the controller and he knew it, but his fingers were desperate for any sensation of touch. He was on edge, frustrated, angry, and it felt like any second he was going to explode in a shower of expletives and punches. So, he instead diverted his energy to some cheap fighting game.
Her arms around him.
Punch.
Her breath in his ear.
Power up.
Her fingers touching him, stroking him.
Finish him!
He screamed and threw the controller at the floor, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to grab bits and pieces of sanity through short breaths. It felt too real to be a dream, he heard the sound of her cloak as she pressed against him, felt the curve of her breasts as she rested against him, knew the temperature of her breath as it ran down his neck. Those were details he didn't keep after dreams, things he didn't remember if his subconscious created a the image. But still… he also doubted it actually happened. She would never do anything like that, and especially not with him.
But… hadn't it been his name she called out in the shower?
A surge of heat pulsed through him, and Beast Boy felt his own lust pool deep in his abdomen. He growled and clenched his fists in the folds of his jeans as he absently wondered if any one of the fan girls in his little black book would be up for a date that ended on their knees. Biting back a curse, he ran his fingers through his hair and kicked at the controller.
"Usually you fight in the game, not the controller."
Raven stepped into the living room, filling the space with the scent of tea. Her hood was pulled up and the only thing he saw was the deep plum of her eyes and the slash of her mouth. He wanted to dominate that small mouth, to cover it with his, to put his fingers in past her lips, to feel her tongue on his skin.
Her cloak swished around her as she stopped at the edge of the room. "I don't think that's an effective way to win."
"Ha ha." He rolled his eyes and leaned back into the sofa, watching her movements with a predatory stare. All it would take was one short burst of energy and he could have her under him. One slash of his claws and she would be laid bare. One push into her body and this burning feeling would be gone.
Jesus.
What the FUCK was he thinking?
He shook his head and looked away, shame filling his chest. This wasn't him. He cherished Raven, hell he might as well have worshiped her. She was his friend, his teammate, his comrade. He would never, in a million years, think about dominating her like that. He bit back a growl, his mind silently running through names he thought might be willing to see him tonight. He had to scratch this itch, or it would end violently.
"What are you doing here?" He glared at her and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I live here." She raised an eyebrow. "I have lived here for several years now. You know that. I thought I was allowed to enjoy the same living room as the rest of our roommates, but clearly I was wrong." She turned around to walk away. "Forgive the intrusion."
"Sorry!" He reached out for her, knowing he couldn't cross the room in enough time to stop her physically. Her retreat frightened him more than her presence, and he would have to learn to control herself in order to keep her here. She stopped and turned to look at him, her face blank.
Beast Boy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, I'm just sort of a mess right now and I'm taking it out on you and that's not fair." He moved over a little, giving her space on the sofa. "Here, sit down and read."
She eyed him warily before taking up residence on the vacant spot on the sofa.
He stood up and pulled out the fighting game, putting in an RPG, knowing that the soundtrack would be a little more suitable for reading than screaming characters punching each other. While he sat next to the GameStation, he watched Raven out of the corner of his eye. She had removed her cloak and folded it behind her like a pillow as she settled into the cushions of the sofa, paging through her book until she found her spot. Something warm rose into his ribs, erasing the burn of lust and replacing it with something soft and comfortable.
He smiled as he returned to the sofa, sitting down closer to her feet.
"What's the smile for?" She didn't even pick her eyes up from the page.
"Nothing really, sometimes I just forget how much must I enjoy spending time with you." He exited the cut scenes and started running around the world, doing random quests to keep himself occupied. "You're fun to be around."
"Fun?" She finally looked up at him. "How?"
"I don't know… you've got an air about you." He shrugged. "You just… you keep me calm sometimes." Although she also riled him up to no extent, but details, details. "I was having kind of a weird day until you showed up."
"Oh. How so?" She turned a page, her voice void of genuine curiosity.
"Bad dream." He shrugged, but felt her eyes on him and her curiosity heightened. Minutes passed and he sighed, turning to look at her still staring at him. "Don't tell me you're suddenly interested in hearing and dissecting my dreams, Freud. I don't want to talk about it."
She gave a one shouldered shrug and returned to her book. "I am not a shrink. I just thought you wanted to carry on a conversation with a teammate. I don't have to talk to you, I can leave you alone if you want."
No, he didn't want that. What he wanted was to carry on a conversation with a friend, but he could settle for a teammate for now. Sighing he glanced back at her with a frown. "Okay. I had a really vivid dream last night and it's still weighing on me. I mean, it was intense, and I remember details that I shouldn't remember. I didn't think dreams could be this vivid, but it was, and now I'm… frustrated."
"Sexually?"
"Excuse me?" He turned and stared at her, not caring that his character was being mortally wounded by a dire wolf. Did she know? About the content of his dream?
She blinked at him, expression unchanging. "It was a joke, Gar. You know Freud, everything just leads back to sex with him…" She sighed and rolled her eyes, returning to the book in front of her. "Read one of his books. It's all sex all the time."
"Oh." He rubbed the back of his head and returned to his game, trying not to think about Raven and sex in the same sentence. Especially since she was an empath and sitting less than three feet away from him. "I guess I should have paid more attention in school… I'm not sexually frustrated-" that was a lie, but he wasn't going to tell her that. "-it was just a lot to process, and it left me kind of confused."
She shrugged. "Sometimes it happens. It wasn't deja vu, was it?"
God, he hoped not. "No. I don't think I've experienced this dream before… although I guess it would be kinda nice to have experienced it a few times." He felt the smile spread across his lips as he indulged in the fantasy of having Raven touch him again. Blushing, he quickly turned back to his character who was now in critical condition and healed himself. Empath. He really needed to start remembering these things. "Anyway, I'll get over it."
She glanced back at him, and the light hit her face in such a way that it created a faint, lavender halo around her head. He wanted nothing more than to set the controller down and crawl over her body and have her read to him, and listen as her voice took him somewhere else. Color filled his face again and he turned back to the game, pretending to ignore her.
"So, what are you reading?"
"A book." Her eyebrow raised in question. "A fantasy."
"Oh?" Pause. "Is it interesting?"
She folded her hands over the closed cover and looked at him. Moments passed, and she sat there staring at him, confusion and a mild look of surprise on her face. "Are you asking me to read to you, Beast Boy?"
He shrugged, turning off the GameStation and looking back at her. "I'm not really all that invested in this game, I wouldn't mind the change of pace." He moved to sit back against the opposite arm of the sofa, facing her with a waiting expression. "Do you mind?"
Her face was deep red, and he could see her fingers unconsciously search for the hood of her cloak so she had something to hide in. She opened her book again and stared down into the pages for a moment before her voice started up, lulling Beast Boy into relaxation.
"There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart's Desire. And while that is, as beginnings go, not entirely novel (for every tale about every young man there ever was or will be could start in a similar manner) there was much about this young man and what happened to him that was unusual, although he never knew the whole of it."
Beast Boy smiled and let her continue to read to him for the rest of the afternoon, content to be free of the emotions and doubt and fear raging against, and wrapped up in the presence she offered. He listened to the story until his eyes grew heavy, and he fell into a light, dreamless sleep.
)O(
Raven stared at him, guilt riding her hard as she watched his head bob to the side in slumber. He looked so innocent and sweet lying there, that sometimes it was easy to forget the things he did behind closed doors. She closed the book and stared at the cover, wanting nothing more that to tell him the truth, that she had indulged in her own curiosities last night, and he was not having a crazy dream. It was simply that she couldn't bear the shame and embarrassment of her own shyness.
He was right, she should have just asked.
But sometimes it was just so much easier to take.
)O(
Trying to set it up for next chapter.
The book was Stardust, by Neil Gaiman.
Anyway, let me know what you think. I wanted to try and get something out for my birthday (it's my birthday, the gift is for you though!). Anyway, let me know what you think. It'll be all kinds of raunchy in the next chapter I'm sure.